The American Civil War

In 1860 life was good, 
'Till its simpleness ceased one day. 
The North wished to save the Union 
While the South chose to break away.

America was torn apart 
As six hundred thousand died. 
Throughout four years of total war, 
Women without husbands cried.

The sad fact of the Civil War
Is what was left at its end. 
Too many times, men's evil acts 
Destroyed both foe and friend.

The problem was, once it began, 
There was no peace or compromise. 
Total victory must be proclaimed 
Before rage would leave men’s eyes.

Destroy all that helps the enemy, 
Was the cry of either side. 
Anything to obtain victory,
As death on horseback did ride.

Black men dressed in old uniforms 
Became the Union's reserve.
They fought and died for their freedom 
And their rights they earned and deserve.

Lifestyles would forever change 
For all who survived the war.
It had ended as it began, 
With sadness, misery and more.

Both sides prayed to the same God,
And spoke words from the Bible. 
The prayers of both were not answered,
For all involved were liable.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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